Blackmailers never explain their thinking. They’re like pirates that way. Dark-hearted, dangerous— and cool like Johnny Depp.
Then he leaned over, right there in the restaurant parking lot, and kissed me. And it wasn’t a friendship kiss, either. It was tender and real, and utterly romantic.
Don’t just read words,’ he would tell her as he held up the latest story, ‘devour them. Let the words create new worlds.
You know, sometimes you’ve got to trust the people you love. You’ve got to trust that if they’re good people, they’ll make good decisions.
Fairy’s side note: Even people who don’t believe in magic really do.
Aren’t fairy godmothers supposed to be nice and make you feel better about yourself?…No, you’re confusing fairy godmothers with sales clerks.
You can always tell how a man will treat his wife by the way he treats his mother.
Goose neck is a delicacy. You have to at least try it. In fancy restaurants people pay up to fifty dollars a plate for this stuff.’ And at our house we were force-fed it for free. Just another irony of life.
I don’t care what you Yanks say, cheese should not whiz.
…and her dreams that didn’t happen, that couldn’t have happened because she’d pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.
I never said you were supposed to be a jailer, i only said a normal person would have questioned why someone would create a decoy nun and then crawl out the window.
Things that are easily done are often much harder to undo. Sometimes, impossible.
The problem was that I’d never worn a bikini before. My dad doesn’t allow them. He thinks even one-pieces show too much skin and constantly suggests that Jane and I wear wet suits.
The only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any moment, eat you whole.
Many perfumes promise to lure men to women. None of them smell of motherhood. None of them proclaim the wearer to be tidy, thrifty, and sensible.
I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, trying to capture this moment, to clasp it, so I could always remember what it felt like to hold him this way.
I can’t believe you just did that! Are you crazy?”I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Why do people keep asking me that?”He turned to stare at me, his eyes worried. “Who else keeps asking you that? Are any of them doctors?